09-01-2014, 03:36 AM
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Wjames, Tiger the Lion, zahrakh, ThePinsir, Todd, makeshift, ellajam, billy
Revision 5b
I Notice
Pen strokes roll like ocean waves
on rock-sitting evenings,
coal-gray clouds against the salmon sky.
The chop gently claps
far out to hazed shores.
Carried on the salty wind,
you are a whisper through the window screen;
escaping as the last light does
from notice.
But I notice
you, quiet as the grassy seaside.
You listen as you write,
watched by a faint moon.
Revision 5a
I Notice
Pen strokes roll like ocean waves
on rock-sitting evenings,
coal-gray clouds against the salmon sky.
The choppy surface claps
far out to hazed shores.
Carried on the salty wind,
you are a whisper through the window screen;
the background to a candle-lit dinner,
escaping as the last light does
from notice.
But I notice
you, quiet as the grassy seaside,
listening as you write,
watched by a faint moon.
Original
I Notice
Loose pen strokes
roll like ocean waves
rock-sitting many evenings
Warm, salmon sky
Dark clouds hang around, lonely
A choppy surface meeting vague
and distant forms of land
Carried on the salty wind
you are that whisper in
the window screen;
the background to candle-lit dinners
escaping as the last light does
from any particular notice
But I notice
something vast and hidden in your eyes,
quiet as the sea-towering cliffs
Reflective,
anchored and steady
you listen as you write,
watched by the moon.
Wjames, Tiger the Lion, zahrakh, ThePinsir, Todd, makeshift, ellajam, billy
Revision 5b
I Notice
Pen strokes roll like ocean waves
on rock-sitting evenings,
coal-gray clouds against the salmon sky.
The chop gently claps
far out to hazed shores.
Carried on the salty wind,
you are a whisper through the window screen;
escaping as the last light does
from notice.
But I notice
you, quiet as the grassy seaside.
You listen as you write,
watched by a faint moon.
Revision 5a
I Notice
Pen strokes roll like ocean waves
on rock-sitting evenings,
coal-gray clouds against the salmon sky.
The choppy surface claps
far out to hazed shores.
Carried on the salty wind,
you are a whisper through the window screen;
the background to a candle-lit dinner,
escaping as the last light does
from notice.
But I notice
you, quiet as the grassy seaside,
listening as you write,
watched by a faint moon.
Original
I Notice
Loose pen strokes
roll like ocean waves
rock-sitting many evenings
Warm, salmon sky
Dark clouds hang around, lonely
A choppy surface meeting vague
and distant forms of land
Carried on the salty wind
you are that whisper in
the window screen;
the background to candle-lit dinners
escaping as the last light does
from any particular notice
But I notice
something vast and hidden in your eyes,
quiet as the sea-towering cliffs
Reflective,
anchored and steady
you listen as you write,
watched by the moon.
"The best way out is always through."-Robert Frost
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